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| Bitter Rose by © chibilunacat She awakened in a tub, Not knowing where she was- Floating around her body were The fragrant soothing petals of A hand picked crimson rose. She stood up from the water, That was warm and chilling fast- The water that streamed down Picked out gooseflesh on her arms And traced them down her spine. She looked around and gasped On her left stood a man Smiling and pale. She extended one hand, As he offered his own- And kissed with trembling lips A taste of sweetness no unforbid A fruit of pure temptation. She turned her head To one exposed side As his mouth moved to her neck. She squeezed his hand As he bit in- The blood began to flow Miniture streams travling south Weaving among the shattered rose. She sighed a breath, Of warm sweet air- The sigh that was her last Joining him upon the night With sweetness everywhere. She tasted fruit, And lives by night- With roses and innocent blood As twilight dances in the sky She bathes in bitter tears. Terra Mae 11/18/2001 |